That Kind Of Blue

Railroad tracks and river bends
 An unexpected call from a long lost friend
 The bittersweet sadness when the story ends
 Eighth notes from a saxophone
 After a long trip and I'm heading home
 The quiet morning when I wake alone
 That kind of blue I can't remember
 But it makes me swear that I once knew
 That kind of blue that sings so soulful
 That old melody, that gospel tune
 That kind of blue
 Chagall windows at the institute
 Chicory flowers sticking out of my boots
 Playing an old piano on a rainy afternoon
 The sound of the breeze as it blows
 The faint hint of sandalwood and rose
 I'm laughing and I'm crying because she knows
 That kind of blue I can't hold on to
 But it makes me feel I'm almost there
 That kind of blue like the darkest midnight
 I can't see a thing but I'm not scared
 That kind of blue
 That kind of blue that speaks of freedom
 And calls me out from my hiding place
 That kind of blue that asks for nothing
 Just lays me down, kisses my face
 That kind of blue these six strings show me
 When she's softly sleeping in the next room
 That kind of blue that lets her hold me
 Then let's me go to watch her bloom
 That kind of blue
 That kind of blue